They hate to see you a nigga winning, All I wanted since boy was to make a million, Why the system has to treat a nigga like a villain, They took my brother he was only trana make a living, Why the fake live longer but the real once die, Why they show you love when you not around, We just wanna flip a kilo stack up equity, Turn my situation over hustle carefully, [I know what I wanna do, If it's family then we sliding to your evenue, I got the trenches who ain't made a move, I lost my nigga he was shot through the bullet proof,][I'm still on my grind yeahx2]